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Diary of MM

Written by Frances K Wolfe on Saturday the 27th of August 2011

Everything don'tpromise me nothing. God, these feelings, I'm awake again after a September ofsleep. Hold me. Hold me in the rain, rain pouring from your hands. Don't wantto sleep anymore. I am who I am. Defence, defence, this is what I have. But Ihold you in the cradle of my arms, I'll protect you, I'll fight, I'll fall, Iwill sleep again. All the snow and rain and broken limbs, how did they rebuild?We reach another fall. The confetti of weddings turns to greying leaves.

The Church bellsresound their chorus, silent now as the sun sleeps. But here I am. And here youare. Mistake or fate, and fallen trees and open oceans. Tonight, tonight. Thisis what there is; love, plays and pill bottles open on the counter. I can'tcatch you.

I'll fall into thearms of some other, but you will be in my slumber, open and revealing/ all themisfortunes of healing/ I promise you, I promise you. How you touch, how yousmell, welcome September/ this is my wishing well/ Oh not now, do we rest...Iwill fail, I will fail this test.

And then I'll reopen,springs starts anew, from the beginning of my rebuilding, it was simply,always, you. Old lover in the parking lot, came to meet a barrel promisereunion, but that light fell to dusk/ And I fell to change/ and there youstood/ in the pouring rain